It's been a while since I've posted anything. I thought with the events of the weekend, it would be a good time to combine a few events into a single - mostly incoherent and rambling - blog post.

The weekend was rather eventful, the most important was saying goodbye to Subaru, our puppy. You see, we didn't ever get to keep him, as he was a Guide Dogs For The Blind puppy that we were raising. The whole of the last 13 months, we always knew we'd have to give him up, but that knowledge was always the can we kicked a bit further down the road for another day, and another day, and another day. Well, we finally ran out of days. My son and wife took him back to the campus this weekend. It was difficult to say goodbye, but we are consoled (not immediately, but with time it will happen) with the knowledge he will be making someone's life immeasurably better. Who knows, we may yet meet again, Sube - you'll be someone else's best friend and constant companion. You rock, LBD*

*Little Black Dog

The rest of the weekend was dedicated to exercise. Two days of running and one of riding. The first day was an exploration run on a new trail in Carson Valley. Great trail with vegetation from sage to towering pines. Great views too. Oh, and there was a little bit of uphill to contend with. I personally prefer the ups to the downs.

Day two was semi-exploration, as it was on trails in Reno I'd never traversed. But, since I had a guide, it wasn't so scary. :)Very similar in terms of total elevation gain and distance, but far less scenic. Peavine Peak has little vegetation taller than a mid-sized sagebrush, and the view of Reno - usually good - was marred by the inversion and lack of winds. I was glad to be above the schmutz in the air. So, no pics, just an elevation profile and route to share.

Monday was a bicycling day. I tried to take it easy, but I'm not sure I'm capable. I did a route from Carson City, to Reno, to Virginia City and back to Carson City. It was quite chilly at the start, but the climb up Geiger grade was warming, to say the least. I was surprised that I didn't see any other cyclists out there. I guess I'm the only nutjob. I saw a herd of motorcyclists in Washoe Valley that I met again in VC. We smiled and waved at each other. Wimps with their internal combustion motors.